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Tuesday, April 7, 2020

Blog Tour - Bury Me With Lies by S.M. Soto

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"A masterpiece." - C.L. Matthews, bestselling author



Bury Me With Lies, the shocking conclusion to the edge-of-your-seat Twin Lies Duet by S.M. Soto is available now!



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Some secrets are better left buried…
Stuck between life and death, Mackenzie is hell-bent on proving her innocence, and getting revenge on the men who murdered her sister. With one series of unfortunate events after another, Mackenzie must outrun her own fate—death.
When secrets unravel and lies become twisted betrayals, Mackenzie finds herself in more danger than she could’ve realized. Her only saving grace is Baz, the elusive playboy she’s given her heart to. But will placing her trust in a man like Baz be her downfall?


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Amy's 4 Star Review

Another great book by S.M Soto with Bury Me with Lies and with it comes more truth, lies and total heartbreak pair that with the fact that McKenzie is still hell bent on getting revenge on the Savage boys and Vincent is still on the warpath he won't stop until McKenzie is in the ground with her sister.


With the evidence stacked against them she's hoping she has enough to send the Savage boys to prison for a long time only fate never works that way for her and no matter what the boys do or more specifically Baz is always one step ahead of her, but is he trying to protect her or end her.


With so many different twists I still enjoyed The Twins Duet, the first book I enjoyed more than the second but it was nice to see the end result, this book does guarantee you plenty of action, drama, grudges and even some sexy scenes.


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Excerpt 


  My head feels grainy as though someone recklessly shook a carbonated can; everything is fuzzy and bubbling inside. A continuous beep rings in my ears, and someone is saying something. Whispered tones that sound like they’re coming from every direction. They’re so loud, so clear and distinct, yet every time I actively try to clear away the fuzz in my brain to listen, I can’t. I can’t make any of it out.  But I know one thing for certain. I recognize one of the voices. I don’t know who or where I know it’s from, but I recognize the voice as though I’ve heard it my entire life. It tugs at someplace deep inside me. The place where I hide my emotions, the closet where I stuff my skeletons and force myself to box them up for good. Only someone had the key to that closet, and they were slowly opening drawers and emptying the shelves of my past and a pain that was long forgotten.           Summoning all my strength, I blink, trying to push past the sleepiness weighing my eyelids down, but nothing happens. That stark darkness still calls to me, trying to pull me back under like a black weighted blanket. It would be so easy. I can feel just how simple it would be to pretend the pain isn’t there and go back to that dark, cold place that somehow felt like home. I didn’t even truly know what home felt like anymore since I hadn’t had one in so long. I wasn’t sure I ever knew what the true feeling of home was. After several struggle-filled attempts, my eyes open to bright white lights, sterile walls, and dark silhouettes. I home in on the hazy figures hovering around me. I feel a deep throb behind my eyes, and my mouth is painfully dry. My mind actively tries to decipher the commotion surrounding me, failing with every thought. Where I am, how I got here, and what is wrong with me.           I can’t form a single coherent thought or calculate an answer to any of those questions.          Steering through the fog clouding my thoughts, I blink past the film covering my eyes, and the second I look up, my breath catches when my eyes land on a familiar pair of blue. It’s a shock to my system. A deeply rooted bomb to the core. I shake my head, certain I’m imagining things, but immediately stop when pain rips down my spinal column from the movement.             This can’t be right.           This can’t be happening.          I never thought I’d see this person again. Hell, I never thought I’d see them both again, but I was wrong. So very wrong. 


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About S.M. Soto
S.M. Soto was born and raised in Northern, California where she currently resides with her son. Her love for reading began when she was a young girl, and has only continued to grow into adulthood. S.M. lives for reading books in the romance genre and writing novels with relatable characters. She refers to herself as a bit of a romance junkie. S.M. loves to connect with readers and eat copious of donuts that will surely lead to her demise.


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